I fully realize there's a generational gap at play, but still, I suspect there's more to it than that. The truth is that sometimes I simply do not get certain value propositions, and I also do not understand why people pay for certain things either. This is not to say I want to restrict what anyone does with their money. It is more that I wish I could understand it, I wish it would dawn on me like a math problem that eventually becomes obvious.
To help me illustrate how some things feel to me, I've employed an AI assistant to help me. I have come up with an image that might help convey this message, this confusion, much better to you, my dear reader.

There...
Does it make sense now?
No?
Exactly my point.
You see, there are tons of crypto projects out there, things that people seem to like, even love, that make no sense to me. Why would anyone find $FARTCOIN valuable? How can someone sit there, with a straight face, and tell me he — or she, for that matter — has a nice bag of FARTCOIN as we are cruising into alt season?
These thoughts spinning in my head today remind me of a conversation I was having with my older brother. It may seem unrelated, but there is a common thread here: my lack of understanding.
My brother had saved a nice bottle of some expensive single malt he favors for my visit. We sat down to enjoy it — on the rocks, of course, since we are civilized — when, in a moment of pure honesty, he told me:
You know... I don't get the humor of young people. It doesn't make sense to me. What they find funny just doesn't register.
I looked back at him, confused, and asked him to clarify. As if demonstrating a parlor trick, he called out to the resident fifteen-year-old in the house and said:
Hey, what do you think of a blue lemon?
Not a second passed before the most unexpected thing happened. The kid began to laugh. Loudly too. My brother's eyes met mine again, as if he had just been proven right, he smirked. I could not help but feel even more confused.
What is this? What is going on? Why is this funny?
It has been more than a year since that moment, and I still do not know the joke. I do not get it. And I suspect I never will.
But why am I talking about blue lemons, you ask? Well, because this is exactly how I feel sometimes when I look at so-called crypto projects. I can see people using them, I can see people buying these things, finding them valuable, even shilling them on Twitter. And yet, all I see is a teenager laughing about a blue lemon.
But here's the kicker: I may be very wrong about all of this. There is a chance that, in the future, a comic will tell a joke about a blue lemon, and the world will call that comic the rebirth of Chappelle. Part of me hopes to be clocked out when we reach that stage of humanity — but that is just the old man yelling at a cloud, trying to grab the wheel.
So I guess I will not be making the monies this time around. If becoming good at picking winners is equivalent to laughing about blue lemons, then I am ill equipped. What else can I say?
Unless you want to help out an aging man, and tell me:
Why is the blue lemon funny?
MenO